26/10/2026
Facebook: What’s on your mind?
Crystal: Where does the time go? 🥹❤️
I took the first photo of these two together when they were in third grade. THIRD GRADE. And somehow, in what feels like the blink of an eye, they’re both seniors.
Being a senior mom is a raw, unpredictable bucket of emotions that seems to fill up at the most random moments. One minute I’m smiling, the next I’m fighting back tears, wondering how the years managed to slip by so quickly.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s selfish that I want to soak up every extra moment I can with these kids. Every gathering, every laugh, every opportunity to have them in front of my camera just one more time.
But more than anything, I feel incredibly blessed.
Blessed that they still let me tag along. Blessed that I get to hear their laughter, witness their friendships, and freeze these little pieces of time that someday will mean more than they could possibly understand right now.
My son’s circle of friends has always been something special. I’ve watched so many of them grow from little kids with big personalities into young adults with bright futures ahead of them. I’ve watched friendships grow, memories pile up, and childhood slowly turn into something else.
And now, as their landscape shifts from childhood to adulthood, I find myself holding on a little tighter to these moments. Not because I don’t want them to grow up, but because I know just how special this chapter truly has been.
One day, the schedules won’t align as easily. They’ll be scattered across colleges, careers, and new adventures. The laughter will still be there, but the moments of having them all together won’t come quite as often as it does now.
And I think that is what is getting to me the most. We spend so many years watching them grow, never realizing how much we’ll miss the ordinary moments when they do.
So yes, I’ll keep taking the pictures. I’ll keep showing up. And I’ll probably keep getting emotional over things that seem so small to everyone else.
Because these simply are not just photographs to me.
They are pieces of their childhood. Pieces of mine as a mom in this circle. And core memories I’ll carry long after they’ve moved on to their next chapters. ❤️
Class of 2027, you are really doing a number on this mama’s heart. 🥹